It was gray light raining in the sky, and the white air from the mouth was like white frost covering the glass. Wang Ruhu looked at the reflected face and the night view of the city under the rain curtain, turned around and pulled the phone in Harold's hand over and dialed a number.

"The information has not been sent yet?"

On the other end, the unique voice of a mature woman came with a chuckle: "I'm already outside your door, but it may disappoint you."

"Hey, I'm chatting with a beautiful lady. It's very rude to interrupt like this!" Harold came over and snatched his phone, transferred back to the original chat window and sat back. "This woman is still very rich. Her husband just died a few days ago. It was a time of sadness and loneliness. She needed a gentleman like me who was full of justice to appear."

As he spoke, the door twisted and opened, and Natalie, who had changed her clothes, walked in with a short black skirt and a glass silk swaying her waist. She did not wear glasses on purpose, and her slightly curly brown hair drooped on her shoulders looked full of femininity.

"This is the information of the woman wearing a red tight leather jacket."

Natalie raised the information in her hand and handed it to the oriental man in front of her. Under her narrow skirt, she twisted her round buttocks and walked to the wine cabinet, unscrewed the bottle plug, poured the wine glass, and turned her red lips to her face.

"Did you fall in love with her?"

Wang Ruhu glanced at her, turned a direction, shook the information and looked at the name, age, ability to be good at... and so on, and frowned.

Seeing him, Natalie chuckled and brought two glasses of red wine. Harold reached out to pick it up. The woman passed him directly and handed it to Wang Ruhu. She felt relieved when she leaned against the man who looked like an iron tower. She said something just now, "I like her." But she joked, after all, the man in front of her had even refused Linda who came to her.

"She has a problem?" Natalie had read the above content before coming. She lifted the glass and tasted a small sip of wine. She looked at Lian Tian Xiaoyu outside the glass, "I have checked it, and the content on her is true."

"Fake."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Wang Ruhu kneaded the information into a ball, threw it away, threw it accurately into the trash can, and sat next to Harold with a wine glass, raised his face to look at the dome, the dazzling crystal chandelier.

"She was originally named Lina, and later she had another real name, Mira, a very dangerous creature."

"biology?"

Natalie raised her eyebrows, and even Harold put down her phone and became interested: "You said she is a creature? I feel like... can make a fortune from this."

"The mutant creatures that appeared in Chicago before, but you don't know." Wang Ruhu pressed the face of the Jew that was approaching, stood up and returned to the room, and asked while taking out her coat, "She arranged to stay in the hotel in Anchorton?"

"All the players are there, of course I don't want to go with you."

"You're too slow."

Before Natalie could finish her words, Wang Ruhu put on her suit, her shoulders shook, her fabric tightened, she walked to open a window, jumped, and jumped out of the 30th floor.

"Oh, Fark!"

Harold quickly stood up and rushed over. Natalie, who was following closely, looked down against the window glass. In the drizzle of rain, the dim street lights could not see anything clearly. Only a slight "bang" sound came from far below.

"It seems that it makes sense that he dislikes you for being slow, Ms. Natalie." The Jew turned back and shrugged his shoulders at the woman, "Oh, by the way, is your female subordinate named Linda? Is she single? Do you need a very polite and harsh..."

Natalie glanced at him, "It's better to put away your dirty thoughts, otherwise I have a thousand ways to sterilize you."

The gentle expression just now faded from her face and returned to her cold expression. She took out her glasses from her shirt and put them on, and opened the door without looking back.

"Women are such strange creatures."

Um?

Harold squeezed his eyebrows and turned his head in confusion, "How do I say the same thing to Hu? Strange and powerful, it should be equal... right?"

Outside the glass window facing away from him, Wang Ruhu stepped out of the broken ground, slapped the dust, and quickly passed through the long street. He had been to the hotel there once, so he naturally remembered the path. After ten o'clock, there were only two female receptionists on duty at the lobby reception desk. He hurriedly put down his cell phone, folded his hands and greeted him respectfully with his lower abdomen.

"Is there anything we can do to help you? Mr. Wang."

Wang Ruhu walked closer to the counter and looked at the elevator entrance. His perception quickly spread. His words were also asking the two white female receptionists opposite: "Let me find a contestant, one of the contestants, and what room does she live in."

"Okay, wait."

The keyboard and mouse click sounded for a moment. The female receptionist raised her face and smiled and reached out to the elevator there.

“On the seventh floor, Room 174.”

The seventh floor...

Wang Ruhu walked into the elevator and pressed the button, the spreading perception was also narrowing, like a red line cruising the air, exploring the corridor, passing through the walls, doors, breathing sounds, heartbeats, and even heavy breathing. The woman's crying moans were wandering in her ears, and then screened out.

“No breath…”

The perception fell in front of the door sign with the words "No. 174" written on it, and there was no breath of life inside. As the elevator door opened, Wang Ruhu went over and grabbed the door handle, pushed it in, and the entire door was pulled down.

The room was pitch black, and the lights were on, and the bedding was spread flat on the luxurious single mattress, without any signs of sleep, and the toilet and lotus pods in the bathroom were dry.

‘It’s her, hum... she’s smarter than before.’

At the cuff of the suit, the demon star pulled out a red light and turned into an old man's head. It was as weird as a long neck under his head. After looking around, it seemed like he had smelled something.

‘Human, I feel the remaining breath, very thin. She must have been here, but she has only been here once. This time she dares to come here, and she may have become very strong and grown completely.’

"Full development? That's an interesting thing. If I fight like this, I can do my best, otherwise I'll be a little bullying."

Wang Ruhu glanced across the room, retreated, returned to the front desk, and asked the two female receptionists to ask the repairman to deal with the door tomorrow. After leaving the hotel, the demon star wandering outside his cuffs tilted his head and turned into a woman he had never seen before.

"Don't underestimate her. The ability of the demon star is not only reflected in individuals, but we will continue to replicate and reproduce. There is only one person in this world who can truly compete with the prosperous demon star, but that has been happening for thousands of years."

In the quiet street, Wang Ruhu walked by the street light like a walk, looked at the demon star in front of him who seemed to be trapped in memory, and asked, "That classic? I have heard of it, mythological stories?"

"For us, it's not a myth, it's a memory..."

The demon star looked at the rain line that passed through his eyes and fell to the ground, with the past feeling, and sighed from his mouth.
Chapter completed!